He was depressed. He was addicted to heroin. And I think there comes a time when all the beauty in the world just isn’t enough.

...bands fall out. But at the end of the day, they're like family. You get back together because you have to, because you're stronger together than you are apart.

Music. It’s not about those things. It’s about a feeling. It’s about expressing yourself. It’s about letting go.

Not at all. It's why people come. They say it's about looking smart, or beautiful, or professional, but it's not. Gray-haired ladies try to recapture their former brunette. Brunettes want to go blond. Other women go for colors that don't arise innature. Each group thinks it's completely different than the others, but I don't see it that way. I've watched them looking at themselves in the mirror, and they're not interested in conforming or rebelling, they just want to walk out of here feeling like themselves again.

For thirty minutes I sat back and felt the glimmer of pride that historically precedes the most catastrophic falls.

Don't worry about wanting to change; start worrying when you don't feel like changing anymore. And in the meantime, enjoy every version of yourself you ever meet, because not everybody who discovers their true identity likes what they find.